Why do I attract all the weirdos?
I must have a big stamp on my head that says "sucker". I dunno. Hahaha. So the other day I was walking down Waikiki. Well, there's all kinds of weird people there anyway. Anyway, this random guy comes up to me and asks, "Do you understand English?" Hahahahha! So I reply, "Yes." He then tells me, "I'm a yoga instructor from France, and I just wanted to tell you that you have a really bright aura. Do you practice meditation? Because it seems like you're a really spiritual person." Hahahah! So I reply, "Well, I'm religious." Since he was starting to scare the crap out of me, I walked away and told him that I was in a hurry, which was true anyway. WEIRD people!!!!!
But I must say...nothing beats the ghetto Filipino people! So fucking ghetto I tell you. I mean, what kind of pick up line is, "Hi are you filipino? If you are and single, do you want to go out with me?" Yucccckkkk! I was at the beach the other day when this flip guy comes up to me and says with his fobby accent, "Hi, you must be a model. You get boyfriend?" Of course I had to tell him "yes". I should've told him that I was a lesbian, but then he might have gotten turned off by that. Then he starts asking where my boyfriend is. The grossest part was when he asked me if I wanted to go swimming with him. Nasssstyyyy!!!
All I can say is...it's a good thing there aren't any filipino people in the East Coast. Yet apparently, I must look Vietnamese to some people because I still manage to pick up those ghetto Vietnamese dudes...
I should wear a shirt that reads "Go away". Hahahah. But hey, I guess it could be worst. Like the time I went clubbing and this random Asian lesbian chic started slapping my ass and feeling out my waist. Now THAT is fucking nasty!!!!!
But I must say...nothing beats the ghetto Filipino people! So fucking ghetto I tell you. I mean, what kind of pick up line is, "Hi are you filipino? If you are and single, do you want to go out with me?" Yucccckkkk! I was at the beach the other day when this flip guy comes up to me and says with his fobby accent, "Hi, you must be a model. You get boyfriend?" Of course I had to tell him "yes". I should've told him that I was a lesbian, but then he might have gotten turned off by that. Then he starts asking where my boyfriend is. The grossest part was when he asked me if I wanted to go swimming with him. Nasssstyyyy!!!
All I can say is...it's a good thing there aren't any filipino people in the East Coast. Yet apparently, I must look Vietnamese to some people because I still manage to pick up those ghetto Vietnamese dudes...
I should wear a shirt that reads "Go away". Hahahah. But hey, I guess it could be worst. Like the time I went clubbing and this random Asian lesbian chic started slapping my ass and feeling out my waist. Now THAT is fucking nasty!!!!!